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Deadly Scorpion Sting! Description Product Details Click on the cover image above to read some pages of this book! Our Awards Booktopia's Charities. Most of them play upon some instrument, dance, ride on horseback, and sing like so many larks. The courtezans of Berne are the handsomest women in all Europe. I doubt if Rhodope, who, out of the profits of her profession, erected one of the Egyptian pyramids; or Phryne, who, by the same means rebuilt the walls of Thebes, were more beautiful or more seductive.
Estimable on account of a thousand good qualities, the people of Switzerland will be found to possess a more pure system of morals than any where else. Discretion is their favourite quality;—as much to be trusted as silence itself.
Yet no nation is in general more generous and more hospitable than they are. No where do they better observe, or exercise with more boundless charity, that delicate regard and tenderness, so necessary to be exerted towards those bashful poor, who are ashamed to declare their wants. If the traveller does not, like the poets in their flowery descriptions, hear the pipe of the shepherd, the song of the labourer, and the laughter of the shepherdess; if he does not perceive Pan at a distance crowned with flowers, and his reed in his mouth; if he does not see fauns, Sylvans, groves, bowers, and rivulets; if he has not constantly before his eyes, landscapes animated by groves, by dances, and by songs; he does not, however, as in France, in Italy, and in Germany, see the most hideous rags, and the most disgusting nakedness; he is not pursued along the road by skeletons in want of food, and by a crowd of little unhappy wretches, who tell him of the number of their brothers and sisters exposed to famine, and of their sick mother, who is dying in bed!
The inhabitants of one half of Switzerland profess the protestant religion. It was Zinglius, Bucer, and Brilinger, who may be reckoned the authors of the reformation in Switzerland: it was they who first dared to deny the infallibility of the Pope, to brave his anathemas, his keys, and his triple crown! Berne, Zurie, and Basle, embraced the opinions of Calvin, concerning grace, free-will, and predestination; and, without respect for holy imposture, in a moment the altars were demolished, the crosses, the chalices, the images were trampled upon; the missals were torn in pieces, the plaster saints were reduced to powder, and the wooden ones given to the poor people to light their fires with.
These times are no more! Europe has assumed a new appearance;—Fanaticism no longer occasions the death of any one! Besides, the enigmatical and mysterious foundation of the Roman faith has always appeared to them to be whimsical, and beyond the reach of human belief. The churches of the reformed religion are entirely destitute of ornament; as to the cathedrals, they are models of Gothic architecture.
The people ought to be soothed with the majesty of ceremonies, the vapour of incense, and the melody of instruments, and of the human voice. There, they have no clergymen who menace the expiring patient with bell-flames; no monks, who make death a hideous affair, and paint the avenging angel in black and hideous colours! The Protestants sustained by their considence in a God full of bounties, die conversing and smiling with their family. No where are those languishing on a sick bed so composed and so serene.
One may almost exclaim, "Vive la mort! Nothing can be more simple than the funerals in this country are. The Swiss, more reasonable than any other nation, think it is ridiculous to escort with pomp, and to inter, with idle and useless ceremony, a mass of flesh without life, stranger to all that passes concerning it, and ignorant whether they laugh or cry around his coffin. There is neither wax tapers nor coffin: the dead corpse being covered with straw, is thrown into a cart, and the driver whips on to the church-yard.
All the burial places are without the gates of the cities and towns. The Swiss, says de Langle, do not pay obedience to that wise precept of Moses, "Keep your dead for three days"!
In the canton of Berne more especially, a sick man scarcely appears to utter his last sigh, when the people begin to strip him. Among other unfortunate people, who have been heard to cry from within their coffin, "Where are you carrying me, I am not dead;" the people there still recollect and repeat with great commiseration, the story of Madame Langhans, who was actually buried alive! The tomb of this lady, remarks de Langle, as well as Coxe, is worthy of inspection. This composition, at once warm and original in this conception, equally simple and sublime, and for the idea of which, we shall in vain search Homer, Pindar, and all the poets, both ancient and modern, electrifies and excites our attention in an uncommon degree.
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Nahl, a young sculptor of Sweden, who, after having travelled throughout Europe, and displayed every where the most astonishing proofs of the warmth and originality of his genius, went to London, where he died a prisoner for debt! How often in his life time, may not the man of genius exclaim, "My kingdom is not of this world! We fly from and hate the man of penetration, and the man of abilities; we dread his piercing eye; we would willingly destroy him; he resembles a troublesome neighbour, whose windows overlook our own apartments!
I esteemed living, and I saw at Genoa, while dead, a painter, born at Stockholm, who was found lifeless before his lodgings, and who had been so enfeebled by want, that he had not sufficient strength to open his own door. This young man was endowed with one quality, equally amiable and interesting. The prisons in Switzerland, ought to serve as a model for all the prisons in Europe. The prisoners receive a pound and a half of bread, and a certain quantity of flesh, or of grains daily. They have clean linen once a week, and cloaths when they are wanted.
The use of dungeons is unknown in Switzerland, and ought to be proscribed in every part of the globe. Whoever does not intend to commit injustice, or to make law-suits immortal, ought to give judgment in public, says a King of Macedonia. The Swiss, who adhere to this maxim, try all their criminals in the open air.
Civil causes are canvassed privately: but the parties never languish under the tortures of suspence; for this people seem to have taken the prompt decisions of the Athenians, and the Roman tribunals as their models. In Switzerland, they are economical of human blood. If the atrocity of a crime should oblige the judges to pronounce sentence of death, the cord is the only instrument of punishment; so humane are they, that the culprit is first made drunk, and then is hanged, as it were, without perceiving it, he has no more idea of the death he is to suffer, than an oak about to be cut down, has of its destruction!
For want of labourers, one half of their country remains uncultivated; they, however, despise the earth, disdain its productions, and think that agriculture would dishonour them! The cultivation of the earth has not always been despised in Switzerland; for their historians recite the following anecdote, with no small share of pride. Surprised at the superior air of the two labourers, no less than at the beauty of the cattle, the Duke stopped, and turning toward the Grand Master of his household, said, "I have never seen such respectable peasants, or such fine horses before.
Accordingly, on the next day, the Duke perceives the same labourers arrive on horseback at his court, attended by a numerous retinue of their vassals. After the baron had paid the usual homage to the sovereign, he presented his son to him, and entered into conversation. The Duke being unable to stifle his curiosity, seized on this opportunity to satisfy his impatience. The same hands that wielded the lance or carried the banner, thought not themselves dishonoured by using the spade, and brightening the plough-share.
One may see from hence, that a state may be as much indebted for its prosperity to Ceres, as to Bellona. There is no land, however barren it is, or however much it may be covered with briars and thorns, but the spade or the hedging bill will make it wave with a golden harvest, or bloom with roses. CORSICA is an island of the Mediterranean sea, situated between the 41st and 43d degree of north latitude, and between the 8th and 10th degree of east longitude.
It has on the north, the Ligurian sea, and gulph of Genoa. On the east, the Tuscan sea; on the south, a strait of ten miles, which separates it from Sardinia; and on the west, the Mediterranean. It is about miles south of Genoa; and 80 south-west of Leghorn, from whence it can plainly be seen when the weather is clear. It is miles in length, and from 40 to 50 in breadth, being broadest about the middle. It hath 33 states, and two colonies; Mariana, founded by Marius, and Aleria, founded by the Dictator Sylla. Of these 33 states, not above five or six can now be traced; and the colonies are only to be marked by their ruins.
Corsica is in reality, a most agreeable island. It had from the ancient Greeks, the name of Kallista, on account of its beauty; and we may believe it was held in considerable estimation, since Callimachus places it next to his favourite Delus. Its air is fresh and healthful, except in one or two places, which are moist, and where the air, especially in summer, is suffocating and sickly; but in general, the Corsicans breathe a pure atmosphere, which is also keen enough to brace their fibres, more than one would expect under so warm a sun.
This island was anciently a small kingdom, and in the year , was conquered by the Genoese, who drove the Saracens out of it. But all the interior parts of the island, have very good air. This island is remarkably well furnished with good harbours, so that we may apply to it, what Florus says of the Campania, 'Nihil hospitalius mari! The island being of very easy access, says this writer, has a most beautiful port, called the Syracusian. This, which was anciently called the Syracusian, has now the name of Porto Vecchio; of which it is proper to take particular notice.
It is five miles long, above a mile and a half broad, has a great depth of water, and a good bottom, and being land-locked on every side, is well sheltered from storms. Nature has also placed a high and rocky mountain, like a stately column, to point it out at a great distance. The only objection to it is, the badness of the air occasioned by the marshy grounds which lie in the neighbourhood. And it may be material to observe, that vessels stationed in the ports of Corsica, might be formidable to France, as the western side of the island is directly opposite to the extensive coast of Province, on which a descent might be made with cruisers in a very short time.
The great division of Corsica, is into the Di qua, and the Di la dei monti. Another division is into provinces, of which there are nine; for although a great part of this country long went under the denomination of Feudos, and is still called so in the maps, the jurisdiction of the signors, is now gradually wearing out, and will soon be sunk into the general power of the state. The next division of Corsica, is into Pieves. But this division is as much used for civil affairs, as for those of the church. I remember, says Boswell, when I was first told that I should travel a great many miles without seeing a country, I could not conceive what they meant.
The Corsican villages are frequently built on the very summit of their mountains, on craggy cliffs of so stupendous a height, that the houses can hardly be distinguished during the day; but at night, when the shepherds kindle their fires, the reflection of such a variety of lights, makes these aerial villages have a most picturesque and pleasing appearance.